Still life, with camera.

Ensconsed in the lounge of our airmiles hotel near Rouen.
Nothing seen on the way up here hence the immediately available art snap.
Just had a hellish couple of hours navigating the personal location form required to get back into UK.  More blind alleys than an Agatha Christie who dunnit.  Eventually just answered the questions as they should be and hope we haven't perjured ourselves.
So, tomorrow a short run up to Calais and a final night in La belle France before heading home to the relatively frozen north.
Extra:  Plat du jour, caille, singular. Bon!